Static Shock Fan Fiction ❯ The GEARs of Love ❯ Ion ( Chapter 5 )

The GEARs of Love

Disclaimer: I don't own the series but I do own Alex… and soon Gear shall be MINE! MUAHAHAH-Cough …. I'm working on it…

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A/N: I'm not getting any reviews :( that's ok, I like writing this :D

 

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Chapter Five: Ion

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As Virgil made his way to the gas-station hide-out he wondered what got his best-bud so riled up. He opened the door and looked around. Richie was no where to be seen. “Rich?” he called but got no rely. “Yo Richie you here man?” he called a little louder, suddenly remembering something. He looked around to see if backpack was hiding someplace but saw it “resting” on the table near the police-tracker.

 

He heard rustling in the other room and opened the door. What he saw shocked him. Richie, or rather Gear stood there in front of the full-length mirror in yet another suit… but this time his suit seemed to glow. “Richie?” he prompted. Richie seemed startled and whirled around. Virgil was taken aback, either his suit accented every little detail of his body of he had been working out behind his back. `He has been on a strict diet lately…' he mused and tilted his head to the side curiously.

 

“V-man! Like the new suit? It's totally upgraded man! Perfectomuno! Hey I can boost yours up too I got all sorts of awesome ideas…” he went on. Virgil held his hands up.

 

“Whoa wait a minute. What do you mean boost? What did you do?” he asked. A sly grin came across his best friend's face.

 

“Well, you know when you told me about the batman of the future and how his suit enhanced the five senses and amplified strength? Well I figured that shouldn't be too hard to program into my suit, so long as I could mix every specially designed fiber with the inter-molecular-”

 

“STOP! Al-RIGHT I get it!” Virgil said holding his head in mock pain. Richie gave him a sheepish look.

 

“Sorry… `just got excited…” he muttered. Virgil snorted.

 

“I haven't noticed… anyway, that's a great idea but you can brag about your mad-scientist creations later… why did you want be to come so quickly?” he asked as he sat on the couch.

 

“Oh! Right, take a look at this.” Richie said and pulled a small leather book from his bag and tossed it at his crime-fighting partner. Virgil caught the book with one hand and studied it.

 

“A diary? You sounded so worked up about a diary? Wait… Didn't Alex drop-No… you didn't!” Virgil rose from his seat, still holding the booklet. “You have to return it man, a diary is personal thoughts, shame on you!” he said both in amusement and seriousness. Richie held up a hand sagely.

 

“Read the contents V. It's important… Alex is in a lot of trouble.” He said without an ounce of humor. Virgil was a little startled by Richie's full-blown seriousness.

 

`He must really care about her… well whataya' know, Richie's got a crush!' this time it was Virgil's turn to give him a sly grin. “You like her don't you?” he assessed. Richie stuttered.

 

“Sh-She's a friend… she's our friend…” he clarified. Virgil shook his head in amusement.

 

“Drop it man, drop the act.” He said. Richie glared and sat down on a chair.

 

“So what if I do? That doesn't matter right now, I'm serious bro, take a look at the book.” He said. Virgil gave him a look but opened the book anyway. As soon as he finished filming through the booklet he lifted his eyes to his friend's scrutinizing gaze.

 

“Well?” Richie asked. Virgil sighed and sat down.

 

“And am I right in the assumption that you want to help her?” he asked in a mock-psychiatrist sort of way. Richie ignored his friend's humor and stood, beginning to pace.

 

“Yeah your assumption's right… I want to help her, I want us to help her but I'm afraid she'll turn us away… and if she only knows how to control her powers when danger is around then we might have to catch her in the act…” he said more to himself then Virgil who blinked in confusion.

 

“What? You're loos'n me bro…” he said. Richie looked up sheepishly for the second time in that day.

 

“Well, I know for a fact that she was the one to bring down the thugs and jail them so she was able to control herself then …so that means that she would probably feel more at ease if Static and Gear approached her and not… err… us-us… ya know?” he clarified. Vigil nodded in understanding.

 

“I concur.” He said simply. Richie gave him a tolerant look.

 

“Will you cut that out, quit analyzing me “Freud” it's giving me the creeps!” he said, humor playing on his tone. Virgil laughed and held his hands up in mock defense.

 

“Alright alright, chill bro. So how do you want to-” suddenly the radio whirred to life and began warning them, or rather the police that there was meta-human activity and someone that wasn't Static or Gear trying to fight them.

 

“Well, looks like here's our chance!” Richie said putting his newly upgraded visor-helmet over his head. His suit pulsed with energy and his also upgraded skates fired up with the same white glow from his suit.

 

“Dude… you've got to take a look at my suit… that's awesome stuff! But is it show or is your suit actually “amplifying” you?” he asked. Richie smirked almost smugly and lifted the couch with him on it with ease. “WHOA! Ok ok I get it put me down!” Virgil said holding on to the couch. Richie set the couch down easily and began to head out. “You sure it's her?” Static asked as he finished quickly pulling his own suit on. Richie gave him a look.

 

“I know it is.” He said, he didn't know how he knew but he just did. Gear and Static blasted their way to the scene. There they saw Hot-Streak fighting a cloaked figure. The woman because it was obvious by her lithe form and… well... female… features… had a black body suit that looked like a strange mix of leather, silk, Velcro, and Kevlar with bright, neon-red patterns that look suspiciously like electricity wrapping around her limbs and a sleek black helmet with a red-tinted visor. She had a red glow around her as she pushed Hot-Streak's ball of fire back from her.

 

Alex gritted her teeth, un-use to having to use as much power. She knew her limits however and knew that this over-grown punk would not over-power her… or so she thought. Hot-streak yelled angrily and jerked his body forward, breaking her telekinetic power and sending the growing ball of flame hurtling toward her. Before it could hit her however a flash of green flew by. Gear had reached her just on time to swoop her up in his arms and land at a safe distance as Static “put his fire out”. Gear placed the struggling female down.

 

“What-Who… where…” she was both frustrated that they got in the way and jumpy that such an incredibly hot looking guy literally swept her off her feat. “You're G-Gear right?” she asked, thankful her helmet could hide her blush… seeing as the part that covered her cheeks was already red. She was taken aback by the smile, she recognized it from somewhere. `It looks like…. Naaaaah!' she thought and straightened herself.

 

“Yeah. You put up quite a fight! We would have left you to kick his ass if, let's just say the “battle” hadn't gotten too “heated” he said and grinned. She was frustrated, thinking that he thought she couldn't put up with a little fireball… but the pun was witty. She smiled and shook her head in amusement despite her frustration. For some reason looking into the eyes behind the visor that covered Gear's eyes she couldn't stay mad, she had no idea why though…

 

Before Gear could admit his and Static's secret as Static reached them Alex suddenly gasped. “Oh jeez I gotta go! Thanks for the “rescue” you too, I'll catch you later!” she said and was about to head off but a warm and gentle hand stopped her. She looked back and into Gear's hidden eyes.

 

“Wait, what do we call you by?” he asked. Alex smiled.

 

“Ion… call me Ion.” She said and rushed into traffic. Gear and Static gasped and were about to rescue her once more before they saw her almost expertly dodge vehicles and jump on the back of a 18-wheeler. They watched her go off in perplexity.

 

“Man this chick just keeps pulling out surprises…” Virgil commented.

 

“Uh huh…” responded his friend. Richie sighed in slight frustration. “Man I really wanted her to know… I wanted to help her…” he said almost sadly. Virgil thought for a moment.

 

“Well she didn't need much help now did she? Well, besides the huge fire-ball headed for her head…” he said. Gear frowned thoughtfully.

 

“If she had control then her power wouldn't have snapped that easily… something is holding her back…” he said, a suspicion he knew what it was. `Fear?' he pondered and took off with Static.

 

“I'm gunna head home, my dad's gunna chew me out if I come back at two again…” he said with a shake of the head.

 

“Alright, catch ya later bro.” Richie said and they went their separate ways to their respected homes.

 

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